Vengeful On The Supernatural (Thiam)

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Two weeks later

His hands squeezed around her throat like it was a wet piece of paper, nails dug into the flesh of his arms trying to pry him away, she couldn't move, she couldn't scream and she certainly couldn't fight off whoever was attacking, the smell of sweat radiated from their body making her want to puke, she wasn't like Scott or Derek: claws didn't magically just grow from her nails, Lydia's eyes bulged from their sockets as the pressure grew in her head, unless Derek or Stiles happened to walk in her direction then they probably wouldn't even notice what was happening to her.

There wasn't even any room to slightly push his hand away from her neck, gasping desperately for air she could feel herself slowly loosing consciousness.

The eyes of her attacker glistened in the darkness, watching evilly as the life slowly slipped out of Lydia Martin, she struggled against his grip but it was no use because he had every advantage over her small frame, straddling her body limited her movements, he could feel her legs kicking but it was no use, she was going to die unless someone was able to stop him.

Coldness swept over the room as the flailing body beneath stopped moving and went limp, for a minute his hands stayed pressed against her throat waiting to figure out whether or not it was a trick, he'd heard about the banshees power of pushing people away with just her scream alone, but it was clearly just a myth. Lydia Martin was dead.

Climbing off of her body, Dominic looked around the room for anything that caught his eye whether it be a mobile phone or money, moving around in perfect silence so as not to wake the werewolf that was a few doors down, his fingers gently traced over the patterns on her jewellery box, dust lined his finger tips and rose up into his nostrils making him want to sneeze, but he didn't, he couldnt risk it.

Running into the darkness, Dominic pulled out his phone and contacted his sister, "its done, she's dead" there was a pause on the other line that didn't seem to phase the killer at all, pure euphoria ran through his rans at the constant repeat on the dead body in his mind, he wanted to take a lock of hair or maybe remove a few fingers, but he didn't have the correct equipment, "are you sure?" Charlie finally replied, her voice was stable but he knew she was scared - scared of him, of the consequences they'd both face, looking back at the building that he'd just left a smile pulled at the corners of his lips, "she's as dead as the souls in her head. Step one is complete little sister, thank you for giving me the address."

"Call me when you plan on getting home. What's your next move?"

Dominic walked his silence, the phone pressed up against his ear as he considered what to do, "spread the word to Liam, I want him to find me, maybe then he'll stand a fighting chance."

Hanging up the call, Dominic wasted no time in destroying the device against a nearby tree: he knew the police would try and track him if he survived against the werewolf freak. It was time to get revenge.

Unknown:
Dominic thinks she's dead, she isn't.
He's after you next!

Liam:
Who the hell is this, who's meant to be dead!
What are you on about?

Unknown:
It's Charlie, look I want to fix this, Dom thinks he's killed Lydia but he hasn't, he doesn't understand the idea of people passing out.
Spread the word about what happened because he won't fail again.
Liam, do what's right whilst your still breathing

Liam:
Why should I believe a word you say?
You already tried to kill me!?

Charlie:
Because he's going to kill me too and I know that doesn't mean anything to you, your getting married soon and I want you to live to see it.
For fuck sake Liam, call Scott!

Liam:
If your lying to me, I'll kill you myself

Charlie:
And I won't try to stop you